I can't apologize. To apologize would mean that I am not human; that I don't need time. Time to breathe, time to think, time to just sit and listen to words that match my story lyric by lyric. I need that time. I won't apologize. I do not feel the urge. I do not feel … Continue reading I won’t apologize.

I was raised in the church. My father is a minister and preached at various churches all of my life. Of course living with a preacher as a father had its ups and downs, but I knew that he loved me and wanted the best. He made sure to equip me by making me remember many … Continue reading The Story Unfolded: How I [really] found Jesus.